"So, a close friend?" Lu Mingyuan picked up on the thread of conversation, asking tentatively.
"No, a rival."
Qi Muxue denied.
"The Chess Saint achieved his status many years ago and has never met a chess player better than him. But my father was one of the few who could play against him for a very long time."
After hearing Qi Muxue's words, Lu Mingyuan more or less understood the Chess Saint's state of mind.
'His Chess Skill is unrivaled in this era, so he is lonely, searching everywhere for a rival.'
Qi Muxue added, "However, the Chess Saint isn't truly invincible. On the Chessboard, there is one person who can defeat him."
"Who?"
Lu Mingyuan asked curiously.
Qi Muxue smiled sweetly. "Have you forgotten, my husband? The number one player from the Confucian Temple, the Nan Zhou National Preceptor who reached the Tenth Rank in Chess Skill."
"Oh, it's Xun Yu..."
Lu Mingyuan finally remembered.
Xun Yu had left the Capital City, and his current whereabouts were unknown.
